| Do you ever feel
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| That you can’t wake up
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| That today’s a dream
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| And you’ve just been stuck
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| That nothing in this house breathes the same
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| If everybody in the room maybe stepped out
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| You’d never have to see the past where you hit the ground
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| And never have to miss the walls of the old house
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| So if you find that you’re stuck in the moment
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| Just let your eyes cut away from the broken
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| And try to sleep like the broken’s forgotten
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| If the path I take is the right one
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| Then what’s to do with all that’s left
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| 'Cause my pride is built like a champion
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| But my heart’s filled with regret
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| And how can I deal with moving over
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| When all I feel is so offset
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| 'Cause my mind is torn like the pages
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| Of a story yet unsaid
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| This can’t be the ending
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| Did you ever dream
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| You were something great
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| That you changed a life
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| Weren’t so afraid
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| That none of the colors we know fade
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| You can find a spark
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| In your yesterday
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| Be your something more
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| Be your saving grace
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| Be the change that you need for the years you will face
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| 'Cause when you tell every soul that you meet you
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| Have a hope that you have to hold on to
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| You show the world that you’re enough
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| That we are who we are but we’re still scared because
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| If the path I take is the right one
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| Then what’s to do with all that’s left
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| 'Cause my pride is built like a champion
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| But my heart’s filled with regret
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| How can I deal with moving over
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| When all I feel is so offset
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| 'Cause my mind is torn like the pages
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| Of a story yet unsaid
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| This can’t be the ending
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| This can’t be, no this can’t be, this can’t be the ending
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| This can’t be the ending
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| And do you ever feel that you can’t wake up |